by Noella Noelophile®
(Royalty-free image by Moris Oh from Pixabay.)
When I was five, the magic started.
In our living room, a three-foot artificial tree appeared. A one-dollar box of Shiny Brite ornaments (remember those?) looked like exotic candies, and made the tree seem to sparkle.
So did the handcrafted angels with gauze wings, and the styrofoam Santa face with his red-ornament nose and cottony beard. As did the wax choirboy candles and glitter-snow covered Nativity scene beneath the tree.
We didn’t have much money in my growing-up years. But Christmas was always magical, with that tree and the ways my mom used her imagination to add stardust to December.
She was doing exactly what her mother had done, as she raised a family in the Depression.
(Royalty-free image by Jason Goh from Pixabay.)
The magic continued with learning to craft decorations and change the way a room looked, from mundane to enchanted, with foil stars, greenery and lights.
As a teenager, I loved spending Christmas Day at my favorite uncle’s house. He’d have a fire in the fireplace, votive candles lit all day long and all kinds of goodies–including cookies he’d spent weeks baking, before Christmas.
And today, we decorate one ornament per night, every night in December until Christmas. By the time Christmas arrives, the house looks dusted with stardust.
Who has made Christmas magical for you? For whom do you create magic? We all have the power to do that, with imagination, words and time.
This Christmas morning, I wish you magic.